Bloodlust
Halloween. A time of mischief and mayhem. Ghouls and goblins. It is the day of the dead for some people. A day when they say real monsters lurk the street. However for others, they enjoy this. They enjoy dressing up and going to get candy.
Halloween is also the time when those horror movies sell best. One of the favorites this year. Candyman! Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, Candyman... Don't Say Again! We are warned not to utter the name 5 times.
On this day, our famed chocolatier Willy Wonka, if busily working on new candy to creep out the kids. He knows of the horror movies. He has watched them time and time again. One of his halloween movies of choice is Nightmare On Elm Street.
"It's too scary" his little heir, Charlie Bucket, whimpers, as he watches another victim fall ill to Freddy. Willy doesn't listen. His violet eyes are too transfixed on all the blood.
"I never liked Glen" Willy would say, as he watched the boy get gobbled up by a bed.
"He looks so similar to you, don't you think Mr. Wonka?" Charlie would say. Willy would rewind the movie and pause it. It was true. The two had strange similarities.
"No. Johnny's way better looking" Charlie would snicker. Willy would gasp and throw a pillow at him.
Ah yes! Halloween. Today is a much darker day than most because it is a full moon. A night of werewolves. Or so they say...
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Charlie sat on the ledge of an open window, high above the factory, watching the kids scamper across the streets, dressed in full costume. It made him upset that all he got to wear was a white sheet. He was supposed to be a ghost this year, as all other years. All because his own mentor was one when he was a kid.
I see myself in you Charlie, Willy would often say to him. As flattering as the compliment was, Charlie always shuddered at the though that he was becoming like the chocolatier. He really liked Willy, but to be just as he was...well he couldn't bear to think about it.
Strange that at the moment he thought of his mentor, he felt the touch of a hand on his shoulder. Charlie whipped his head around and screamed when he saw a fanged toothed Willy Wonka, staring at him with a menacing grin. The only source of light came from Charlie's bedside lamp, so the shadows playing across his face were even more haunting.
He took in shaking breathes. "Mr. W...Wonka?" he called out timidly.
"No silly boy, I am Count Dracula" the person responded.
Charlie fingered for the light switch, that was conviently placed on the wall beside him.
"That's not fair Charlie! I was trying to scare you!" Willy pouted.
The chocolatier didn't look much different than he did on a day to day basis. The difference was that today, he had on a long black cloak, that was fastened with the imfamous W symbol.
"You did scare me Mr. Wonka" Charlie said, causing Willy to smile.
"So..." he said after a brief pause, "What movie did you want to watch? I've never seen Sleepy Hollow before. Or maybe we could see..."
"Mr. Wonka, do you think we could go trick or treating this year? All the time we dress up and never go out?"
Willy frowned. He hadn't been outside in the longest time. He stared out the open window and cringed. "It's a full moon tonight"
"Mr. Wonka, you watch horror movies all the time. Your scared of one little orb in the sky?"
"No. I just want to watch a movie"
"I'm tired of watching horror movies. Their always too scary for me. You can stay in and watch the movie and I can..."
"No. I wouldn't allow it. End of conversation"
Charlie grit his teeth. "Your not my father" he muttered under his breath. Willy spun on his heel.
"What?"
"If I want to go trick or treating, I will. End of discussion" With that, Charlie turned to leave the room into the hallway. He suddenly was overwhembled by sound and red light.
"Attention! System Lockdown! Attention! System Lockdown!" a voice over the loudspeaker said. Red light beamed across the hallway, making the place look creepier than normal. Charlie groaned and turned around, to see Willy standing there, waving his little purple latex fingers. He had a huge smirk on his face.
"Let's see you get out now!" he said with a smirk.
All of a sudden, Charlie was struck with an idea. He looked up at Willy, with all the red light bouncing off his pale face.
"Fine. I won't go!" Charlie yelled over the noise. Willy pulled a remote out of his pocket. He pushed it, and normality restored to the factory. Some of it anyway...
"So, I guess I will go make the popcorn?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah! I'll handle the movie!"
And with a swish of his cloak, Willy dissapeared around the corner. It was Charlie's turn to smirk. He pulled his ghost costume over his head and walked toward the glass elevator.
"Mischief happens Mr. Wonka!" Charlie said, as he got into the glass capsule.
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The usual light in the Chocolate Room was gone, to be replaced with darkness. The only light came from the window of his house. Charlie wondered if his parents would join him.
"Evening Buckets" Charlie greeted them.
"Ahh! A ghost!" Grandpa Joe yelled.
"No ghost Grandpa! Just me!" Charlie said, pulling the white sheet off his head.
"Thank goodness!"
"Grandpa, do you want to go trick or treating with me?" Charlie asked.
"Aren't you watching a movie with Mr. Wonka?" his mother asked. She was in the middle of frosting a cake, that was the shape of a pumpkin.
"He didn't want to go treat or treating. I snuck away from him!" Charlie said with a grin.
"Oh, I know that grin. That's the Wonka grin!" said Charlie's father. His mother smiled.
"It takes years to get that smile. You are truly becoming him!"
"I...I don't know what you are talking about!" Charlie said nervously. The whole family grinned.
"Coming Grandpa? We have to go before Mr. Wonka finds out, and locks the whole factory!"
"So that's what all the noise was about!" Grandpa George muttered. "I was having such a nice sleep!"
"I would love to come!" Grandpa Joe said.
The more mature stuff is coming soon.